by Chaukai » January 22nd, 2014, 11:13 pm
Name: Cyrill Kalihk'on (Seer-REEL Cah-Luh-KŌN)
Age: Appears 17
Appearance: Waiting on Nin's skin.
Bio: Cyrill's first memories was when she woke up at the age of twelve, resting in a crater that sat in a desolate castle. Her first vision, was a blade, black as night and glowing with power.
'Are you awake yet?'
She jumped. A voice seemed to reverberate not just around her, but seemingly in her head. Her entire body seemed numb, and even as she tried to rise to find the source of the voice, her body wouldn't hold. Her arms rose her for a few feet before giving away from the weight of her light, frail body.
'Down here.' While the voice was deep and powerful, there was a hint of annoyance in it. Cyrill gave another push with her arms and was able to prop herself up on her elbows. Scanning the ground, all she could find was the glowing sword which laid only a few feet away. 'Had a nice beauty rest did you?' Cyrill stared at the sword for a second, not believing what was happening. 'Well Cyrill, I need a master, and you are a 12-year-old child sitting in the middle of a forsaken, destroyed castle.'
"W-what are you?" Cyrill heard her voice for the first time and was surprised, surprised at how young and weak she sounded.
'Hm. Amnesia? That won't do, you don't remember how you got here did you?' Cyrill shook her head. She wasn't even sure if the sword had anyway to detect how she was moving, but it had heard her, so movement wasn't out of the question. 'That won't do. If it's amnesia though, that should be fixed but a few memories to kickstart it. Grab my handle, I can link a few memories to you.' Cyrill hesitated. A glowing black sword that wanted her to wield it? She may have wanted her memories, but she wasn't sure if the risk was enough. She bit her lip in fear.
"Who are you?" She was starting to gain some strength in her limbs. She was able to push herself to a comfortable sitting position now, although she made no effort to move closer to the blade. As she asked the question, although it was a sword, she felt as if the sword had somehow just sighed with impatience.
'I am the hero's blade, Vice. A Bladed Orator. Once I connect my memories with yours, you'll understand why I lie where I am now.'
Still hesitant, but with no real reason to decline, Cyrill gave it a brief moment of thought before reaching out for the hilt.
A brilliance of light emanated from the blade as she gripped the sword. Although the blade was too heavy for her to lift, as soon as she touched it she felt memories start to pop into her head. At first, they were only memories from the perspective of the blade. But as the blade's memories appeared, memories of her own past began to unfold, a domino effect of memories relighting one another. An intense pain began to surge through her body as more and more memories filled her head. Her brain wasn't keeping up with the amount of knowledge and memories she had lost from the amnesia. As quick as the memories came, she felt them fading. Each bit of knowledge she remembered was lost again. It felt like years to her, a sharp pain dug deeper and deeper into her brain. She screamed for it to stop, but it wouldn't.
Cyrill collapsed again, the sword gripped tightly in her hand.
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Now
"I am Princess Cyrill of the Neverglades! Wha? Well, yeah... Neverglades doesn't actually have a royal family.... But I live in a castle, and since I'm the only one, I own it, so that means that I'm a Princess, right?! Who cares what a peasant like you thinks! Who made the castle? A dragon of course! The dragon made it to keep the beautiful princess locked away! But then a brave hero came and sacrificed their life in order to save me, and defeat the dragon. Wh-why am I telling you this anyways? Peasant!"
Guild: Neverglades
TBH it was a lot shorter than this but then when I submitted it disappeared into oblivion so I had to rewrite it so yeah. Bleh. All you really need to read is the Now part if you don't really care.
/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\